Grace Wilkinson - The late-late family show

The newscaster's mind had become a whirlpool of lust as he stared in wonder at his almost totally naked wife lying there with her skirt bunched up around her waist and her little white panties clinging around one cable. He leaned up over her while her fingers sought the rigid thickness of his cock once more, and his automatically reached toward the moistly heated pussy flesh up between her legs. And then, with a low moan of wanton hunger, Lola was moving, taking the initiative as she often liked to do. She turned about, and then straddled him with her face above his massively throbbing penis, spreading her thighs wide so that he could inhale the sweet sensual fragrance of her wetly flowering cunt.

He could feel her breath hot on the sensitive head of his cock, the moisture of her tongue just ready to lick at his impatiently pulsating hardness. With a groan, he reached up and pulled her naked ass-cheeks down toward his mouth, bringing her warmly perfumed cunt to a point only inches away from his mouth. Then, with a low animal growl, he raised his head and licked his tongue into her quivering cuntal crevice that grew wet and warm against him.

"Ahhhhh! God! Sooooo gooooood!" Lola arched her back a second, screwing herself down against his heated mouth and making an obscene rolling motion with her hips, rubbing her wetly flowing cunt into his open mouth, making him lick and suck hard at it, until she lifted herself back up a little bit so that his tantalizing tongue could reach her ultra-sensitive clitoris.

"Yeeeeeees, lover, yessssss!" Andy heard her hiss as, without warning, she lowered her head once more and sucked his lust-swollen cockhead up inside her saliva filled mouth.

Wildly, Andy felt the tingling erotic shocks racing through his belly as he ran his tongue along the hair-lined split of Lola's succulent pussy, savoring the pungent taste and the musky aroma of her secret flesh. His hips bucked in unrestrained eagerness as the hungrily sucking woman worked feverishly, her ovalled mouth sliding up and down on the rock-hard shaft of his cock… her cheeks hollowing, then ballooning as she alternately sucked and licked.

Andy could hear her low hums of bliss as he tongue fucked in and out of the ever-moistening split of her hot little pussy. The voluptuous TV weather girl's hips churned wantonly over his face while she took the entire length of his lust-engorged penis into her warm moist mouth, her tongue swirling excitedly as she sucked to draw the heated sperm up out of his cum-filled balls.

One lousy interview for that no-good brother-in-law son of a bitch was a small price to pay for this, Andy thought fleetingly. For in this one moment he was sure to have his wife where he wanted her, close as she could possibly be. Sure to be giving and receiving the pleasure that was a symbol of their union, both spiritual and physical. He could possess her. The old-fashioned connotations of the word occurred to him now, dimly through his haze of acute desire and excitation. Yes, he thought, to himself, "I am kissing your cunt. I am sucking the sweet nectar from your pussy. You're licking my cock and loving it! You're my wife, and your pussy is mine."

These were words which Andy would never bring himself to speak to his wife, nevertheless to his mind, it was as good as said, and the blunt phrases turned him on, increasing the fervor of his lust, making him want to shoot his long pent-up semen right into her greedily sucking mouth, to have her swallow every bit of it. He could feel Lola's erect little clitoris twitching in between his nibbling teeth and lips. He flailed his tongue about to bring on her orgasm. "Cum! Cum!" he urged silently.

The pleasurable pressure was mounting in his loins. God her sucking was driving him crazy! The very idea that her full sensuous mouth, the same viewed by thousands on television, was sucking his cock. He sensed the daydreams of hundreds of men who watched his wife on TV. They would give anything to be in his place, to feel Lola's fingers caressing his balls, to feel her silken tongue, wetly ovalled lips… her teeth gently trailing along his shaft as her soft warm mouth slid up and down his straining pole of flesh.

"Mmmmmmmm… mmmmmmmm!" From Lola's sounds and the increased wriggling of her hips and buttocks, Andy was sure that she was almost there. She had to cum soon… he couldn't hold out much longer!

The soft satiny flesh of her naked buttocks slid beneath his fingers and then gave delightfully as he grasped it tightly, squeezing hard until she cried out in pain. Her entire body grew tense above him momentarily, then he felt an increased suction all around his impossibly taut penis. God! She was really fired up! For an instant he wanted to resist her, to show that she couldn't get at his prized male essence, that he was as independent of her as he wanted to be. But it was not to be; the fleeting wish was immediately relegated to the farthest portions of his brain as Lola cried out, "Oooooooh Andy… I'm cuuuummmmmming." Her ass-cheeks gyrated wildly as she ground her hotly spasming pussy against her husband's lips and tongue.

Unable to hold back any longer, Andy felt his whole world give way as his sperm jetted forward in a heated ejaculation, gushing out in spurt after spurt deep into Lola's gluttonously swallowing throat. His swollen cock continued to strain and jerk in her mouth, filling her with the heated white elixir of his cum. As the orgasm swept like a raging flood through his trembling loins, Andy felt the simultaneous delight he was imparting to his wife take the form of a tumultuous climax that threatened to engulf both of them. Her limbs, long and tremulous, extended themselves behind him, toes pointed in ecstasy. He gyrated his own hips furiously driving his exploding cock in and out of her hot little mouth and clung to the soft pliancy of her buttocks. Damn! The white hot stream of cum from deep in his balls surged along the length of his rigidity, and now he gasped, baring his lips back from her slippery cunt. He knew that his wife's cheeks were bloated outward with every throbbing squirt of his cock and that she was swallowing to keep from strangling on his copious sperm. It had been so long since his last orgasm, so long since he had been so close to the soft, undulating curves of his new wife.

She was still moaning softly over his deflated penis, the hum of her voice creating a vibratory reaction all around his tingling masculinity.

Slowly and carefully, Lola turned to one side, as his deflated penis slipped from her mouth. Andy shuddered at the cold of the world outside his wife's moist oral cavity and released his hold upon her naked ass-cheeks.

He shivered as the cool night air swirled around his naked loins…

Later, as they made their way into the house, Andy still felt inexplicably cold and morose. He couldn't quite understand why his wife's happy chattering was more annoying to him now than anything else. He hurried to make a fire in the fireplace, not just for the heat, but for the cheer he hoped it would impart to his ill-humor. He wished that he hadn't agreed to get the much-sought-after interview for Lola's brother. But now it was too late.

As Andy sat disconsolately looking at television, he could hear Lola in the kitchen popping frozen foods into the oven. She prided herself on doing her own "cooking" but Andy wished that he could persuade her to get a housekeeper-cook who would make them delicious roasts and pancakes and waffles that were not frozen.

Nevertheless, it was a minor fault and he was prepared to over look it. What bothered him were certain little quirks that Lola had. For example, this fixation about trying to keep her brother happy. Christ, it made his blood boil with anger.

Then Lola appeared in the door from the kitchen, looking radiant and beautiful in a little white apron. An oven mitt covered one hand and wisps of blonde hair trailed in her eyes as if she had been slaving all day over their dinner. As Lola smiled, Andy felt that old familiar lurch of his heart – and his reawakening genitals as well.